colors mix together; the grass looks teal
the sky's not clear, but I wear shades
with dark blue lenses, wishing
that my life was different

all around me unseen hues are gazing
my distant mind's at rest without a clue
of what it must accept when seeing true

an open book for
people who aren't there
alone, I feel as if they stare
the weight of life, I cannot bear
coping with this, I must not care

living is painful; will fantasy fade?
I'm numb to it all, ignoring what's real